Emmure - Tales From The Burg Lyrics

I'll never forget waking up in Baltimore, my palms full of sweat
Clearly you've had your revenge for the night, I spit right in your face
You will never forget and I will never forget
Every waking moment I spend wishing you were dead

Just fucking die
Just fucking die

It must have been his brand new hand pentagram
Or the fact that he fucks Iron City girls, no condom on the rag
Just so you know the next time you're sucking dick
You're tasting the blood of a pirate's fan
Tell me how much lower can you go in life? You fucking bitch

I'm over it, I'm fucking over it
I'm so over it, I'm fucking over it
I'm so over it, I'm fucking over it
I'm so over it, I'm fucking over it

I'm not over it, I'm never over it
I'm not over it, I'm never over it
I'm not over it, I'm never over it
I'm not over it, I'm never over it

I'll never forget waking up in Baltimore, my palms full of sweat
Clearly you've had your revenge for the night, I spit right in your face
You will never forget and I will never forget
Every waking moment I spend wishing you were dead

Just fucking die
Just fucking die

Just so you know the next time you're sucking his dick
You're tasting the blood of a pirate's fan
Tell me how much lower can you go in life?
You fucking bitch

I'm so over it, I'm fucking over it

What a perfect romance
A plague on both your houses
What a perfect romance
A plague on both your houses

What a perfect romance
A plague on both your houses